I and Kotsko convened at the Exchequer around 6, where we passed the time in waiting for Weiner (pron. "whiner"). He did not appear, but at some point ogged parachuted in, narrowly escaping being crushed beneath a green line train (his chute may still be there). The Exchequer was closed in honor of its mother, and, after a wait of 40 minutes failed to produce any long hard Weiners, we decamped and headed north, eventually falling upon a Chipotle and taking it by storm. Then I went to the MCA but the show was sold out and I had, foolishly, failed to procure tickets in advance. So I headed home a broken man, head full of broken ideas.
I did, however, see a dude wearing an ugly WHPK shirt, which I assume from its design he purchased last night at the EKG/Books concert.
(Confidential to ogged: don't wear pleated pants.)